Revolution

The world revolves
at 1037 miles an hour.
And I can’t keep up.
First I fall
then I stumble.
I recover and try to run again.
But it’s hard.
And in the race,
for there are others running too,
the anchor of my identity
Comes loose
And I fall.
I am distanced and
slow my pace.

But I can no longer
see the finish line.

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